Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
Isaac Hayes,
Franke,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
the Normal,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delta 5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.